i love food

Music: A Change Is Gonna Come - The Neville Brothers

If I wasn't health conscious and believed in reincarnation, then I would come back as Paula Deen.




If you don't know, Paula Deen has a show on the Food Network that's all southern cooking. And by southern cooking, I mean every recipe starts with a stick of butter being thrown into a pan. Everything she makes is crazy bad for you. I didn't even know people still cooked with lard. Real lard, like from a can. In the bottom picture she's eating a bacon wrapped hot dog with chilli, onions and velveeta, so that gives you an idea. But she's the sweetest senior southern belle you ever saw. It's kind of refreshing though, to see a cooking show that isn't "carb conscious" or "low fat" or "kid friendly" or whatever. Sometimes I just want some carbs. And fat. Anyway, everything she makes looks sooooo good. I don't even know what that middle picture is, but it looks good as hell. And I'll be damned if I don't try to cut up some bread into cubes and deep fry them just to try and imitate.

it's good to be german

Music: The Tide Is High - Atomic Kitten

Tonight I went to German Park. The last time I went there I was in 8th grade and I saw my science teacher and an old guy wearing lederhosen tried to get me to polka with him. Tonight was much better. Not to mention the food. I am specifically updating my blog to rave about the food. It was incredible. Like white people soul food. We had delicious spatzen and German potato salad. SOOOO good I'm looking up recipes.

I was playing around online the other day and my homepage is set to msnbc.com. I read an article there about how the cover of the August issue of "Baby Talk" offended readers because it features a close up of a baby getting breastfed. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14065706/ <-----Here's the article if you're interested. Now, I understand people who don't necessarily want to see a baby breastfeeding, I know there are some people that are squeamish about that. So don't look at the magazine. Plus the audience of the magazine are probably mostly mothers anyway and they should be a little more desensitized to the whole thing. But in the article there was some talk about how people were disgusted because a breast was a sexual thing that shouldn't be paraded around. Um, what? Say what? Has anybody seen magazine covers these days? Demi Moore poses naked and pregnant for Vanity Fair and it's hailed as an artistic masterpiece. Britney Spears just did the same thing. Not to mention that every other issue of Rolling Stone is some pop star with no pants on. I'm sure everyone remembers the naked Christina Aguilera naked with only a guitar between her boobs. Yes, everyone has the right to free speech and they can bitch and moan about whatever, but I'm just shocked that so many people chose to get upset over the cover of Baby Talk when there are so many other magazines that advertise naked body parts. this is worse than this?-->


or this? or this?
or this?

Either everyone should just get naked and stop complaining, or we should shut up and put our pants back on.

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Music: Come September - Natalie Imbruglia

Thinking. Feeling.

Just random

Music: That Teenage Feeling - Neko Case

It's really cold in here. My right hand is colder than my left. How uncomfortable. Outstanding news: soon I will have internet in my bedroom. My computer will be on the desk of my dreams that I bought at IKEA. Well scratch that. I bought the top attachment...they've been out of the actual desk part so hopefully soon they'll have it back in stock.

A former student facebooked me today. It was cool.

I think I need to change my workout. It seems like my body is too used to doing 50 minutes of elliptical followed by crunches. I think I should start weight training.

I went to the art fair and surprise, surprise, there were people protesting stuff in the Middle East. I think protesting is super lame. Don't even get me started. So I'll leave you with a little Mitch Hedberg: "I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it."

Yeah.

Sunburn

Music: Summer Breeze - Emiliana Torrini

Ode to Sunburn: A Haiku

My back all reddish
there is no solarcaine here,
it hurts like a bitch.

So to congratulate myself on my dedication to exercise, I purchased my first two-piece since sophomore year of high school. Not to mention, I haven't been to a public pool since I hit puberty, so that was another milestone. Me and Flynn went to the pool yesterday and got burned. It was us and a bunch of moms and their three year olds. And an old naked lady showering in the locker room. I'm not the laying-out type, but it was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, not too hot, and a nice breeze. We laid on our stomachs for maybe twenty minutes reading a Women's Health magazine, and to our chagrin we discovered the consequence. I put on sunscreen but apparently not enough. Both of our backs are red, minus a pale outline of the strings from our bikinis. It's pretty ugly. I'm also burned on my stomach a little, and I'm pretty red underneath my butt cheeks, so every time I have to fix my underwear it really hurts. And I got slapped on the butt yesterday and that really hurt too. Bah. I don't know if I can put on a sports bra to work out today. Which is too bad because I already took yesterday off.

Onto my dream life. What's new in my dreams? For the past few months, I've had the craziest dreams every night. Last night I dreamt that I went to Applebee's with my mom and sister and a few other adults, and there was this chatch named Randall who was from New Hampshire who kept making out with me and trying to get into my pants at the damned dinner table. I was so disgusted. Not to mention it was in front of my mother. Sick. And then I had gotten a call from U of M's School of Public Health (which at one point I was considering) and the lady voiced her concerns for letting me in because she had seen my notebook and was worried that I didn't take school seriously because I wrote on wide-ruled paper. I explained to her that I wrote on wide-ruled paper because I have bad eyesight and need larger space. She was such a jerk about it. And then she told me I had to call this other lady because she was the one that didn't want to let me in and that I had to make my case to her. And all the while I was on the phone with this lady I was brushing my teeth. And then my dream switched to me walking around stark naked at somebody's apartment before we went canoeing. There was more but I will spare you.

summer reading!

Music: Follow - Brandi Carlile

So...since I have no job this summer I finally have time to read a bunch of books and it's been fabulous. Here's what I've read so far this summer:

Open House - Elizabeth Berg
Around the World in 80 Dates - Jennifer Cox
Nights in Rodanthe - Nicholas Sparks
Amy and Isabelle - Elizabeth Strout

I just started reading The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver yesterday. I'm only like 30 pages in but it's already my favorite so far. I thought Amy and Isabelle would be good judging from the blurb on the back of the book but nothing really happened. The 16 year old daughter Amy had been hooking up with her teacher Mr. Robertson and then her mother Isabelle found out and then that was the last we heard of the elusive teacher. I kept reading it because I wanted to know what happened to him but he never came up again. Beh. Elizabeth Strout is a good writer though. She uses a lot of lovely similies. But Barbara Kingsolver has a little more humor in her writing, and she uses good similies and metaphors too. Not to say Elizabeth Strout could never write like that, and maybe it's just the particular voice of this character in The Bean Trees that necessitates comical writing. I love books.

This has absolutely nothing to do with summer reading but it was crazy. I woke up at 5 am this morning to go pee, and then I couldn't fall back asleep until like 7. But after I fell asleep again I had the craziest, scariest dream I've had in a long ass time. I was at my Grandma's house watching a movie when I was staring up at her skylights. I watched one of those long banner things that small planes have on the back of them to advertise whatever through the skylight and it was reallly close to the window. I didn't really think anything of it. It had a confederate flag pattern. Then all of a sudden I stared in horror as I watched a small plane crash into my Grandma's next door neighbor's yard. Before it blew up, I saw middle eastern writing on the side of the plane and me and my brother and sister ran for the basement (which turned out to be my own basement). All of a sudden my whole family was in the basement and there was gunfire and stuff outside and it was really loud. I looked at the newspaper and there was a weeklong terrorist attack throughout the U.S., apparently starting at my Grandma's house. I was sooooo scared. I was crying and pacing and I was on the phone trying to call my friend Ken but I got some girl instead who said he was at the bar. And then I peeked through the window and saw a huge tank turning around and firing at my Grandma's neighbor's house. I was sooooooooooo scared. Then all of a sudden I was on a giant suspended bridge overlooking a river thingy, and I was on the SWAT team. Oddly, instead of having like bulletproof clothing, I had a vest with dynamite strapped to it. And then I had to jump off the bridge and swim around the perimeter of this blown up shelter thing. It was so weird. All the while I could hear like gunfire and stuff. It was really fucking scary. And then I was in this trailer thing by myself and the terrorists were nearby and I almost wet myself. There was a lot more to it, but you know how dreams can change scenes real quick and they're real random? There was a lot of that so I'll spare you. It was the scariest dream I've had in years.

btw...i found my nalgene!

The updated missing list

Music: Lifesaver - Emiliana Torrini

I'm still missing my purple nalgene, my purple curling iron, my guitar tuner, and my dell dj charger, and lusty lynn. The good thing is that I bought a newer, better curling iron for only 10$ as well as a new guitar tuner. I bought a bunch of gatorade last week so I'm using the empty bottles as water bottles. But I'm still music-less and flynn-less. Apparently she'll be back on monday although I have no idea where she is. Both my tooth and foot still hurt though. Sheesh. And by the way, I threw up from drinking for the first time ever. It's gonna be a long time before I have big ten burrito again.